“A bath?” I asked, my voice feeling rusty from lack of use. It was two days later, and Lorne had appeared in my tent after dinner, a determined look on his face. “How am I going to take a bath?”
I had to admit, the idea of it was something I was seriously tempted by. The road had added layers of dust and dirt to my skin. My hair felt like it hadn’t been washed in months, and I just wanted to wash all of it off. But, I hadn’t considered the idea of a bath while travelling. I certainly wouldn’t have thought about bringing it up myself. Brennan was already annoyed more often than not.
The tension had started to lessen as we travelled. As I continued to not let Terrin help me on and off my horse, I continued to keep to myself, not willing to engage with any of the wolves. I could feel less a
